Stand
Fiery trials rage in
Mountains you must climb
Your constricted praise
condemns you day after day.
Victory after victory slips past
you each time you pray.
Sorrow is the company you keep
Pain is your relief,
The rains tease you
in your time of drought, but
there's never enough change in
the wilderness nor in your pangs of doubt.
When you're discouraged and your hope begins to wane.
and all the world's mocking becomes too much to take;
You doubt God's promises and your shield of faith breaks
When living takes the life from every joy
that you have left
Lift your hands and STAND.
Stand still and know that He is God.
Stand therefore with your loins girt about with truth.
His grace is sufficient; his promises are true.
You'll see his glory, soon, if you faint not.
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